"Do you think, Mr. Rochester, that because I'm pwore(!), obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless?!", so Jane Eyre says to Mr. R.

I empathize with Jane after all that the events of the past few days, and particularly of today

Pwore! I am Pwore! Just like Jane!

But, I am not homeless, although I feel soulless and heartless. Nonetheless, the lack of soul and heartlessness will in time be mitigated by dimmer switches, and if all goes well, a lockitron.

Right then, I'd best drag my pwore, obscure, plain, little, soulless and heartless carcass home, where the hearth is. Or sumfink like that.